The warmth of fudge brownie coffee steaming from my pumpkin shaped coffee mug on a lazy Sunday morning.

Watching the steam as it billows and puffs like the slow push of the white cloud from a locomotive.

Wrapped in the fluff of a wooly blanket, soft, cozy and soothing.

Lingering gazes through the window pane, watching the trees dance and leaves tumble to the ground in their graceful dance of fall.

The scent of the season fills the air from the candles flickering flame. Crackles and pops blend with the sweet birds serenade creating a magical symphony.

The colors of fall paint the insides of my soul. Burnt oranges, vibrant reds, deep maroons and majestic yellows light a fire that spark me to life.

Fall is magic to me.

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Mage means magician, what a great way to describe the job of a momma! I’m just one momma making magic, juggling the business of life, trying to embolden other mommas along the way.

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